The end should wait

The earth won’t end yet

While there are stories to be told

And crowds to hear them

And marvel at the beauty of the words

And the complexity of their logic 

Well laid out like the serpent swallowing her tail.

How will the earth end

When karma has not visited

Nor revenge served cold

And the oppressed had their turn at the whip and the golden chariots?

The time will come,

But not now.

The prophet’s new gown is still in storage

The palliatives promised are still promised

Dollars are still precious 

And the vaults still host peelings from other backs. 

Yes

The end will come

But not yet.